I poked a badger with a spoon Who: Cole, Darklis and Isolde Where: St. Francis When: After-noon
Being dragged to a church because of the impending demons had not been high on Cole's to-do list. It had, in fact, been ranked in the negatives of things that he ever wanted to do with his life. Churchess were just one of those places where he could feel people looking at him like there was something wrong. Because they were. And that included the members of the clergy. So, upon learning that his mother was insisting on this affair he had started coming up with a list of ways to actually make it worth his time. His personal favorite involved the confessional and saying things that he had not done, but knew would upset the priest. "I poked a badger with a spoon." Eddie Izzard was a great man. "I sacrificed my sister's familiar, Lambykins, to Beelzebub to cleanse my soul or whatever. So really it's my fault she can't do anything but drool at the ceiling. I should probably tell my parent's, huh?" Beelzebub was a demon's name, he was sure of it, because the priest on the other end of the screen had definitely choked when he used it. "I'm dating a girl to prove I'm not gay so if we have sex does that mean sodomy's out of the question?" That had been when he had been dragged out of the confessional by his ear - which was still bright red - and given what he knew was supposed to be a lecture. It had not been a very good one though, his mother had this old man topped in her sleep, but he had promised that he would just stay away from the booth. He was not even Catholic - was he? - she there was no reason he needed to go in there. It had just given him something to do for a whole ten minutes. Not even. Damn, he should have waited for that last one and tossed something in about coveting his sister's new shoes. Coveting was a sin, right?
Ah, there was the answer to his boredom. Sliding up behind a certain brunette he reached out and tugged at her hair to get her attention. Sure he could have just said 'hey' or something but again, boring. Being locked inside of a building was bad enough without giving into any other sort of lacking entertainment. Had he thought this through longer he would have brought his DS. "Iiiiiiiiissy," Cole declared in a sing-song voice before he started to twist the hair in his hand into something that would be a braid if she did not yank her hair away. Which really, she should not do because he had no intention of letting go until he was done. "They kicked me out of the confessional. That priest has a terrible sense of humor." And he was bored. That probably went without saying. Take away Cole's videogames and his skateboard and you were, guaranteed, going to have a bored teenager on your hands.